Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.